Homicide // A.I.

Chapter 5

Dear Isabella,

I never meant to hurt you. You have to understand I was on Molly and I had much to drink. You know I would never do that to you if I was sober. I knew you were so hurt you wouldn't let me speak. So I had to do this pen to paper, only for you to hear me out and let me explain.

I love you. I love you very, very much.

You probably don't believe me because of what I did and I have lost your loyalty. But I just want you to know I feel lost. I feel out of place without you. I feel as if you took my heart and you will never give it back, because I refuse to get it back. I am in love with you and no one else.

I felt out of place in a stranger's bed, in a stranger's house, and next to a stranger. I know you hate me by now and I don't blame you. But just want you to know I will spend my life trying to prove to you that I am worth it and I deserve a second chance.

I never wanted us to end, especially like this. I made a silly mistake. I know your mum came over, I know she invited you to her wedding. If it will make you happy, I will let you break the rules and go. I will do anything just to have you back in my arms.

You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. That girl had nothing on you, not even close. You are like flower. You stand out, you are strong, bright, but you can also be fragile. I will forever admire you're beauty, because the only women that is beautiful in my opinion is you, and only you.

For now, I'll give you some space, just to think things through.

I love you & miss you.

Don't give up on me.

Love,

Ashton (The Idiot)

Tears come down my face. This letter was the most beautiful thing I have ever read. But I wasn't just going to forgive him because he wrote me a letter explaining himself. I'm not stupid, if he really loves me he can work for it. I'm not just gonna let him enter in my life again, you work for what you get.

I shove the letter in my drawer and put the flower in a base filled with rocks.

I want to ease the pain. I don't know how but I want to, I want to, I want to harm myself, but I can't. I need some air, being stuck in this mansion 24/7 is killing me. I look through my email and find the one with our next target. I don't care if this was a team effort, I'm going alone. I dig through my desk find the certain thing, found it. I take the little remote and click the 'volume button' and one side of a wall begins to open. This attic is full of secrets.

When I walk over, I take out two small firearms, three pocket knives, a bulletproof vest, and a couple bullets. Placing on the vest, there is a knock on the door.

"One second!" I yell.

"We need to talk." I hear a muffled voice.

"I said one second!"

I run to other side and get out a huge hoodie, placing it on and clicking the volume button again, causing the wall to go back to normal. I hide the gun and knives in a near by purse, then run towards the door. Once I open the door, I come to view Ashton, a frown instantly forming.

"I don't have time to talk." I say, grabbing the bag and throwing my keys, phone, wallet in.

"But-"

"No. I don't have time." I protest.

I walk past him and move him to the side. Shutting the door and locking it. I place the key in my purse and walk off. I'm not dealing with his shit right now, I need to remain strong, I will not break down in tears, not now.

He gives me a frown, week from what I can see from the corner of my eye. I walk down the stairs, I knew that if I went in the elevator I would be stuck with him. I run out the house and unlock the black ranger rover. I throw my purse in the passenger side and I slam the door shut. I shove the keys in the ignition, turning the key and the car comes to life. I pull out the drive way and hit the road, driving to my destination.

This guy lived in the middle of no where. I grabbed my keys and phone shoving them in my bra, just in case. I grab my bag and hop out the car. This is going to be a hard target. Walking up the steps I realize, this guy looks like a total snob and rapist. Well only one to get him confused and allow me in.

Ringing the bell, I her shuffled feet, the door yanks open. I'm faced with a tall man, red eye contacts, plump lips, aftershave, ruffled brown hair.

"Can I help you?" He glares at me.

Yup. This will be hard.

"Umm. I'm a strip. Someone sent me here. Supposedly as a gift." I say, hopefully this will work.

"Then why aren't you dressed like one."

"Honey, it's under these clothes. I only let customers see me looking nice." I whisper sexually in his ear.

"Alright! Come on in sexy!" He yells.

Fucking pig. I knew he would fall for that. I'm just here to kill the guy.

He sits on a round bed, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. This guy has got to be kidding me.

"What's in the bag? Toys." He says.

This guy is really fucking gross. I want to vomit.

"You want to see. They are toys, my favorite toys." I say, I just wanna laugh.

He comes up to me and places his hand on my cheek.

"Wait, close the door." I say trying to buy some time.

He glares at me, obviously pissed off. He walks over and slams the door shut. I walk towards my bag and start digging through it.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't worry, you're going to love this." I grin.

"Okay."

I pull out the gun and point it towards him.

"What are you doing? You're a stripper."

"No I'm not. I'm here to kill you babe." I look at him with a wicked smile.

"You. You bi-" before he could finish I pulled the trigger.

Not my problem. I shoved the gun in my purse and walked out the house like it was nothing. 'Cause I'm a boss ass bitch.